I Am Ill At Ease With People

We Can Build Upon Foundations Anywhere If They Are Well And Firmly Laid.

As Regards Plot I Find Real Life No Help At All. Real Life Seems To Have No Plots. And As I Think A Plot Desirable And Almost Necessary, I Have This Extra Grudge Against Life.

It Is In Our Minds That We Live Much Of Our Life.

Well, Buttermere, This Is A Day That Is Good To Live And Breathe In, That Makes A Man Feel In His Prime. Standing Here In Front Of My House, I Feel As Young As When I Moved Into It Thirty Years Ago, In The Year Eighteen Hundred And Fifty-nine. What Aged Man Would You Take Me To Be, As I Step As It Were Casually Into Your View?

I Never Know Why Self-sacrifice Is Noble. Why Is It Better To Sacrifice Oneself Than Someone Else?